Only Coffee
When I agreed to have coffee with "Mark", I honestly didn't expect much to come of it. I thought it would be nice but I didn't exactly have high expectations for it. He's a nice guy, attractive, funny and smart. Still, I barely knew him and I haven't been on a date in quite a while. I didn't want to have to do the whole "get dressed up, must make a good impression, do we kiss or not at the end of the night?" ordeal. I've done that and it's just not fun. There's way too much pressure and you're so worried about what the other person thinks of you, that you can't enjoy yourself!
Anyway, I finally caved and agreed to only meet up for coffee. I figured if it went terribly, I could escape once I downed my cup. Like I said, I didn't exactly have high expectations for this date. I had work in the morning so we met at the local coffee shop called The Better Bean (If you've never been there it's basically Bridgewater's version of The Dot from Degrassi). He paid for my coffee, which I honestly didn't expect him to do. I hate the whole awkward "I'll pay because I have to and because I'm expected to, being the guy" thing so I usually just offer to pay for myself. He insisted on paying and told me I could pay for the next date (He even added a wink with that remark, just to increase the subtlety of it). We decided to share a pastry, grabbed a table and just started talking...
Long story short, two hours flew by and before I knew it, I was late for babysitting! The conversation flowed easily, without force or awkwardness. It was refreshing to just sit and talk to a guy, without worrying about if I was talking too much or too little, silly stuff like that. It just felt...comfortable. At the end, he walked me to my car, opened and closed my door for me, and said goodbye. No awkwardness, no trying to figure out if we were supposed to hug or shake hands or anything. I drove to babysitting grinning like a fool, something I haven't done in a long time.
About two hours into babysitting, I got a text. "Mark" said that he knew there was some silly guys' rule about waiting three days after a date to call, but that he had such a good time with me that he had to tell me! I swooned, not gonna lie. The date went great and I felt giddy, like a child on a sugar rush. The feeling was so foreign and strange to me. I am not usually a girly girl when it comes to guys and dates but that sweet little text made my night.
I ran into him the following day, yesterday morning. He was dressed in his fatigues, like every Thursday. He was walking me to class when he suddenly grabbed me and pulled me to him. Most girls would find this romantic, the kind of stuff you see in romantic comedies. I, however, panicked momentarily because I did not understand what on earth was going on! It turned out that there was some jerk on a bicycle that was speeding up behind me, about to run me over! "Mark" felt obligated to rescue me, the gentleman that he is. I have to admit, I breathed a sigh of relief that he didn't try to suddenly kiss me or something. Regardless that the coffee went well, I still barely know the guy. He called me after I got out of work last night and I was willing myself to stay awake so the conversation wouldn't have to end.
At breakfast this morning, my good friend, Alyssa, eyed me suspiciously when I sat down grinning. She asked me what was going on, but I found I couldn't tell her. It's almost as if it's too good to be true, I'm scared of jinxing it. It's this stage, the very beginning when it's all new and exciting, that is the best. The later stages always end in disaster. I'm enjoying myself and it's scaring me.
Anyway, I finally caved and agreed to only meet up for coffee. I figured if it went terribly, I could escape once I downed my cup. Like I said, I didn't exactly have high expectations for this date. I had work in the morning so we met at the local coffee shop called The Better Bean (If you've never been there it's basically Bridgewater's version of The Dot from Degrassi). He paid for my coffee, which I honestly didn't expect him to do. I hate the whole awkward "I'll pay because I have to and because I'm expected to, being the guy" thing so I usually just offer to pay for myself. He insisted on paying and told me I could pay for the next date (He even added a wink with that remark, just to increase the subtlety of it). We decided to share a pastry, grabbed a table and just started talking...
Long story short, two hours flew by and before I knew it, I was late for babysitting! The conversation flowed easily, without force or awkwardness. It was refreshing to just sit and talk to a guy, without worrying about if I was talking too much or too little, silly stuff like that. It just felt...comfortable. At the end, he walked me to my car, opened and closed my door for me, and said goodbye. No awkwardness, no trying to figure out if we were supposed to hug or shake hands or anything. I drove to babysitting grinning like a fool, something I haven't done in a long time.
About two hours into babysitting, I got a text. "Mark" said that he knew there was some silly guys' rule about waiting three days after a date to call, but that he had such a good time with me that he had to tell me! I swooned, not gonna lie. The date went great and I felt giddy, like a child on a sugar rush. The feeling was so foreign and strange to me. I am not usually a girly girl when it comes to guys and dates but that sweet little text made my night.
I ran into him the following day, yesterday morning. He was dressed in his fatigues, like every Thursday. He was walking me to class when he suddenly grabbed me and pulled me to him. Most girls would find this romantic, the kind of stuff you see in romantic comedies. I, however, panicked momentarily because I did not understand what on earth was going on! It turned out that there was some jerk on a bicycle that was speeding up behind me, about to run me over! "Mark" felt obligated to rescue me, the gentleman that he is. I have to admit, I breathed a sigh of relief that he didn't try to suddenly kiss me or something. Regardless that the coffee went well, I still barely know the guy. He called me after I got out of work last night and I was willing myself to stay awake so the conversation wouldn't have to end.
At breakfast this morning, my good friend, Alyssa, eyed me suspiciously when I sat down grinning. She asked me what was going on, but I found I couldn't tell her. It's almost as if it's too good to be true, I'm scared of jinxing it. It's this stage, the very beginning when it's all new and exciting, that is the best. The later stages always end in disaster. I'm enjoying myself and it's scaring me.
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